Moonlight Variations

What to do now, put things back and pretend that nothing happened, or just take a look at what it is, hid by a man so cautiously, as if afraid of others to discover...

Zhou Chuan was standing outside the door, like Lord Yan, Chuli's heart was beating, always feeling that she was about to reveal some big secret... Hesitated, despite her curiosity, she still didn't look at those things. She chose to bend down and scatter them. Pick up the draft paper one by one, and don’t even let my eyes look at the fragmentary content on the draft paper—

It should be a novel.

It must be a novel...

But at what age, how could Shirakawa still write novels on manuscript paper? A closer look at these papers is also a little bit yellow and brittle. It should be some years old.

So it was a novel written by Hiukawa before? The novels written in student days, when did you seem to have heard him mention it before. In high school, there was indeed the habit of writing novels on manuscript paper in class... So it was the manuscript of "Eastern Wen Wen Lu"?

However, on the manuscript paper, there are "she" and "he" throughout the story, and there are not many female characters in the Dongfang Yanwenlu—

"..."

In the ear is the sound of Jiukawa knocking on the door one after another. Chuli stood in the center of the study, holding a thick stack of draft paper. In the next second, Chuli was startled by the thought that suddenly flashed into his mind: Could it be that This is the true debut of Mr. Hiukawa in the legend.

While holding the manuscript paper, Chuli squinted slightly in surprise-Hiukawa's first female work, in the story he mentioned, has all been torn up and burned. Chuli deeply remembers that she was quite a pity at that time. …

The answer is in her hands, and Chu Li is dying of curiosity.

But I can't watch it.

Can't watch it! ! !

Respect the landlord** and beware of going out! !

Chuli's inner roaring body surface was motionless and stupefied in place, listening to the man walking away and turning back, the key was twisted in the keyhole and it made a soft "click"; she watched the door being pushed open by the man again, with a vintage long handle. The key was still in the man's hand, the door was pushed a little further, and the tall figure walked into the study: "Are you okay, go to bed when you are drunk, I thought you—"

The man couldn't finish it.

In the next second, his attention was completely attracted by the stack of draft papers in Chu Li's hand... At this moment, Chu Li's mind was a little dizzy, and she held up the stack of draft papers in her hands: "I didn't stand firm just now. I took a hand and dropped a book from or from the bookshelf, and there was a lot of scratch paper scattered in it—is it yours?"

…of course.

At this moment, the expression on Hiukawa’s face was like seeing Chuli open his closet and pull out his underwear one by one and put it on his head—

The whole study fell into unspeakable silence for an instant.

"You read?"

The man did not take the manuscript right away, he just stood by the door holding the key, without any extra expression on his face... Chuli was flustered by him, and she began to regret why she had to drink so much tonight, she was soft at the moment. With soft feet, she raised her hand holding the manuscript paper. She wanted to put it down, but she didn't dare—

It's a bit embarrassing anyway.

"I didn't see it. Actually, I really want to see it, but I'm afraid you don't want to show it to others... If you want to show it to others, you won't hide it, hide it so well."

Her tongue was not flexible anymore. Chuli's tongue was knotted, her eyes drooped, and she glanced uneasily, so she inevitably saw the top sheet of manuscript paper in her hand. There was something like a sword box drawn next to the manuscript paper. She suddenly I feel familiar: Long ago, when Chuli went into the study to find Shirkawa for her ID card, she seemed to have seen something very similar on the draft paper...

It's just that what I saw on the manuscript paper that time was more refined than this hand-painted version.

—In other words, for at least half a year, Hiukawa had thought of these things.

"Teacher," she raised her head and looked at Shirakawa cautiously, "this is what you told me, before "Dong Wen Wen Lu", is it your first female work?"

Chuli's words fell, and then she was surprised to find that the man standing in front of her showed an expression that she was very unfamiliar with—indifferent, disgusted with everything, including himself, intolerant, and her eyes were like deep winter snow. Three feet of freezing cold.

"...It has nothing to do with you," Hikawa stretched out his hand, took the stack of draft papers, and stuffed it back into the book where they were originally stored, then put the book back on the shelf, "Don't disturb the things in my study room. ."

He had never said before that Chu Li was not allowed to move the study.

He even often cocked Erlang's legs on the sofa, instructing her to go to the study to find this and that. When Li couldn't find it at the beginning, he would let her "open every corner and look for it"...

"But didn't you say that they have been destroyed? They are still there? You saved it? I saw the lovesick totem on a draft in your study a few months ago, teacher, are you—"

"no."

"If you still want to—"

"I do not want."

Chuli is like a drowning person grabbing the driftwood. For a moment, she suddenly felt that she had really come into contact with something very profound—a person, the original intention of writing, the thought he originally wanted to express, he first thought The world he wants to describe, he still misses...

She wants to know.

One thing, if you can act as an actor for more than a few years, then it may, or it must, be able to impress readers.

Chuli followed Hiukawa behind, watching him bend down to pick up the remaining manuscripts from the ground and arrange them... As the man bends down to tidy up, Chuli hugged his knees, squatted down, and squatted beside him. Said: "The manuscript, can you show it to me?"

The man was about to pick up a piece of paper. He turned his head and looked at Chu Li: "In what capacity?"

When they were talking, the two faces were very close... Chuli could almost smell the faint coffee bean smell on the man's body. This smell almost swallowed the alcohol from her body. She felt the alcohol go above her head again. Slowly closing his eyes, biting his lower lip: "What identity do you say is what identity."

Editing is also good.

Not a friend.

Or something else—

In the dimness, she felt the man's eyes roll twice on her face. For a long time, he said lightly: "No."

"...Your serialization outline has not yet been finalized, because we all know that those outlines are not your best choice at the moment," Chu Li frowned slightly, "Rather than vacillating and delaying it because of not knowing what to write next, why should I ignore it? One that has been there for a long time, but you have been thinking about it for a long time—"

"Because I don't need to be rejected again."

The man thought of it in an emotional voice.

Chuli's words stopped abruptly, stunned.

"Because of your curiosity, I took it and said with a smile: Sure enough, they are all very old things, the content is too old-fashioned and very boring, the teacher should write something else," Hiukawa said expressionlessly, "Such Well, my father had already told me ten years ago, so, sorry, I don’t want to listen to it a second time."

"..."

"I'm sorry that I'm not as strong as you thought. I also have something to be afraid of." The man finally had an expression, and he slowly opened a smile, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, staring at Chu Li's eyes. "Don't touch it again, isn't it drunk? Just treat it as a dream."

At the end of the words, there was a gentleness and caution hidden under the cold face, which he himself hadn't noticed.

"I will give you the outline for the new year and after."

The man fell silent, straightened up, and stood up first.

The shadow cast by the tall figure completely enveloped her—

The warmth on my body just came home and pulled away from my body, the cold in the study seemed to spread from the soles of my feet to my heart through slippers...Looking at the person standing in front of me put the scratch papers, and then turned around He passed her without saying a word and walked out of the study. From beginning to end, he stopped saying a word and didn't look at her again.

The room was terribly quiet.

—It's like Chuli accidentally touched some forbidden curse, revealing the secret truth of God...

Finally, the real Hirukawa was awakened.

He can laugh and laugh at the messy ideas in his text;

He can change those strange things to normal under the threat of the editor;

He can write wonderful plots that make many people applaud;

He can argue that his typos are all pass-and-fake characters;

He can make his editor jump up and down, or he can take his responsibility immediately when the editor needs help;

He can create countless classic characters that people can hardly forget;

He is a qualified and popular best-selling author.

At the same time, he resisted in his heart--

Resist to share with anyone.

It was because he was rejected when he first tried to do so. From that day on, the wound had not healed over time but had gradually worsened and penetrated into the bone marrow.

Then, there is today's Hirukawa.

"..."

Chu Liqiang held back the heavy and needle-like pain in her head, and stood up on the desk in the study. She glanced at the direction where the man was leaving, and the corridor was dark...

The hand rubbed on the ground and grabbed two unconsciously. When she touched the corner of the table, she suddenly paused with a light and cold touch. The palm tightened, and Chu Li stood silently there for a while... Until a moment later, she slowly opened her palms. The crumpled manuscript paper was already wet with sweat from her palms.

A manuscript that was accidentally forgotten.

Chuli licked her lower lip, which was a little dry because she had just lost her soul, and carefully spread out the forgotten manuscript, folded it, and put it in her pocket properly, acting softly, as if it were Hiukawa himself—

As if he was afraid that a heavy action would disturb him.

The actor teacher with glass heart.

The clam shell refuses to open. It doesn’t matter if you see the boiling water. It doesn’t matter. As long as it is still alive, you have to wait obediently. She will pry it herself—she will open the door, open the window, and get him out of the dark corner. Forcibly dragged out and stood in the sun.

No matter what he thinks, she is wishful thinking—

She came to defeat his demons.

If you can't do this, why do you keep saying that you like it?

…

Chuli supported the wall and walked out of the study door, more embarrassed than when he entered the study in a hurry. At this moment, there was no one in the living room, and there was a glass of steaming milk on the table. Chuli walked over and picked it up like a dog. Sniffing like, then took a sip, and found that there was sweet honey in it.

After drinking the milk in one breath, he glanced at a tightly closed door, Chu Li returned to his room, opened the window, and a cold wind mixed with the unique breath of winter blew in, sitting next to the window, Chu Li Li's head became clearer.

Carefully unfolded the manuscript paper she was holding in her arms, and Chuli carefully began to read the contents above, word by word, sentence by sentence—this piece of paper is about a thousand words, from a cold nose and cold eye. Lord, start by holding the knife around the heroine’s neck. The first line of the hero is: Where did you hide my scabbard? My "no return" clearly felt the resonance of the sword box, and quickly handed it over. , Spare you not to die.

Then, the hostess called the police.

……………I called the police.

Chuli held the manuscript paper and laughed silly, and continued down to see the police car rushing to the police station, bringing the male and female protagonists into the police station. When she was sitting by the window, she began to tremble, almost. Shake yourself off the edge of the window sill...

I read more than 1,200 words quickly. According to the fragment, Chuli probably guessed that this is a story similar to "Ancient Characters Traveling to Modern Times"-in search of my own sword named "Wugui" Sheath, a staid male protagonist who has traveled from another continent to modern society, meets the prop master female protagonist of a small crew, and then because "Wuguijian" suddenly resonates as if the GPS navigation and positioning system is turned on, he insists that she hides The male and female lead of his sword box met for the first time. The male lead put a sword on the female lead’s neck. The female lead called the police. After both of them were taken into the police station for questioning, the police uncle wore a face, "Mom, the mentally retarded crew are all off work. You are still acting" and the two of them were blasted out again—

Before leaving, he detained the famous sword "Wugui", which was so small to the big, the hero was detained, and the reason for detaining the order was to control the knives with the blade.

…Then there is no more. The content on the manuscript is here. When the male protagonist tried to "assault the police" and was forcibly dragged away by the female protagonist, he stood on the road with a stinky face and folded his arms and said to the female protagonist, "Then you are responsible." The place came to an abrupt end

After reading that draft, Chuli still had a demented smile on her face, and she smiled and started to touch her pocket subconsciously, as if expecting her pocket to be the magical little pocket of Doraemon, she could take out the next one. —

The result was of course hollowed out.

Chu Liyao sat on the edge of the window for a stunned, picked up the crumpled draft paper in his hand, and carefully read it again by the moonlight. Suddenly, he wanted to ignore Hikawa’s warning and went to dig out the pile that was put away. The impulse of scratch paper...

This time it’s not because "I want to see what Hiukawa Mai. The female works wrote", but simply because I want to see where the male and female protagonists went after they left the police station, and what they did—

When Chu Li realized it, she suddenly realized that she had accidentally jumped into an unnamed pit that had no ending, missing manuscripts, and the author himself refused to mention it.

-This is the first female work of Shirakawa, the thing that was rejected by his father as a demon, aside from the jerky writing and the unnatural pen bag in some places, it is unexpected and very interesting.

…A best-selling book is not a best-selling book, and a book that can arouse the urge of readers to continue reading is a good book.

Chuli lowered his head, carefully folded the manuscript paper spread on his legs, thinking about it, and simply pressed it under his pillow like a talisman... After everything was done, a cool breeze blew when he straightened up, Chuli Looking down at the time, I realized that it was already more than one o'clock in the morning, so I walked to the window and was about to close the window—

At this time.

A bit of coldness fell on the tip of her nose and melted away.

"…what?"

Chu Li was stunned, raised his head, and saw by the moonlight, it turned out that a little bit of white was falling from the sky, and the white gradually became clearer and clearer, and then changed from particles to cotton wool.

There was the sound of a family opening the window around, and the hostess’s voice was filled with joy: “It’s snowing, it’s almost the New Year, I thought it won’t snow this year!”

"When it snows, it snows, and the window is closed to freeze me..." This is the male host's whispering, unromantic complaint.

With a few clicks, and the sound of the window closing again, everything around him returned to silence.

At this time, Chuli sitting by the window seemed to be reminded of his slowness, and realized that “it’s snowing, holding the grass is really snowing” clumsily took out the phone, entered q, and found a familiar portrait. —

[The navy invited by the monkey: Teacher, it's snowing. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: It's all January, and the snow in city g is really late this year! 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: It will be a holiday tomorrow, and I will fly home at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and I will be back at the end of February after the Chinese New Year. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: I hope that the lock on the door of your house will not have been changed by that time. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: I wish the teacher a happy new year in advance! I will try my best to sell you books next year! 】

And there, I can’t tell you—

By the moonlight, I read your draft.

Sorry, although it is indeed a sneak peek after a fish caught by accident, I still want to say, at least I think the first novel written by the teacher that year is actually very beautiful!

Not boring at all.

It's not staid at all.

What happened to the hero and the hero? Did the hero find the scabbard? What about the heroine? What happened to the heroine? After helping the hero to find the scabbard, did you watch the hero return to another world?

[The navy invited by the monkey: By the way, the snow outside is really heavy. I wonder if the plane will be delayed? I know it will definitely snow this year, but I never thought it would be today. Look, the moon outside is still hanging in the sky. I don’t need to turn on the lights in my room when I open the window.]

"..."

Chuli put the phone on his lap, rubbed his hands, hehe hehe the heating, and then again picked up the phone with his cold red hands, calling each word seriously—

[The navy invited by the monkey: Teacher, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight. 】

The author has something to say: Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, my sister has two more changes.

I’m all guessing if it’s because of the loss of the vest. It’s true that the vest is about to fall, but I didn’t accidentally bump into such a **** one, kha~

?? That’s right, the actor's "first female work" is not the only way to write my essay. I have been forced to draw out the outline of the unopened essay and use it. It’s the moonlight receiving the files